Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Lin Ran felt a little chilled and remembered an old saying.

I just know that watching the excitement is not too big a deal.

"Old man, just hold on to me for a moment and I will take you to escape."

But before he finished speaking, the old man knelt directly in front of the stall, his face full of tears, and he cried bitterly.

"The stall owner Wang Erniu is my son! He was hit by a car three days ago when he bought him back. He is still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

"My family really can't afford the money now, and we can't borrow it either."

"That's why I set up a stall, hoping to raise more money."

"Oh my god!"

As the old man cried, he kept hammering the ground with his fists.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of being difficult, just be afraid of being miserable.

Especially in broad daylight.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that his men were about to come up with steel pipes, Bald Ming stopped them.

Since he really knows the name of the former stall owner, it means that he must not have lied to himself, that person is really his son.

In this case, it is not an exaggeration for him to set up a stall here.

Bald Ming didn't have so many kind thoughts. He just felt that under the witness of so many people, the old man still said what he said was reasonable. If he injured him again, he was afraid that no one would convince him in the future.

The bald man said righteously: "Okay, since Wang Erniu is your son, and he has paid the stall fee for half a year, then I will reluctantly allow you to set up a stall here."

He winked at his men and signaled them to leave.

Things seemed to be settled just like that.

The old man was still kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly. Lin Ran silently looked at the group of people leaving. The viciousness in their eyes showed that they had no intention of letting him go.

Lin Ran had interacted with very vicious people a lot during this period. He clearly understood the mentality of such people, and now he only chose to leave due to pressure.

The old man was still kneeling on the ground crying, but the people next to him were pointing.

"It turns out that the stall owner's name is Wang Erniu, and he was in a car accident."

"His stall always sells fake goods. If he gets into a car accident, he should be punished by God."

"You can't say that. No one can tell whether the goods sold are genuine or fake. We are not from the countryside."

People were busy discussing, but found that there was no excitement to watch, and gradually some people began to choose to leave.

Only Lin Ran walked silently to the stall that had been kicked to pieces by the gangsters just now, and helped the old man pack up the goods that had been kicked everywhere.

"Thank you, little brother." The old man said with a cry, while he was also picking up the broken things on the ground.

While picking up things, Lin Ran felt a little sad.

Because what the old man sells is not antiques, everything in his stall is actually old items from his family.

For example, there is an alarm clock, some children's toys, and a coat that doesn't look like much.

He had seen this kind of situation too many times. If he hadn't really been desperate, he wouldn't have added up everything and sold it off.

But these things sound similar to what Bald Ming said. In fact, even if they are all sold, they are not worth much at all.

There were quite a lot of things, including glass marbles. Lin Ran and the others had to sort them out for a while before finally finding them all.

The old man kept expressing his gratitude to Lin Ran.

But at this moment, Lin Ran noticed that he was holding a porcelain bottle in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bluestone porcelain vase from the Qing Dynasty.

The market price of this porcelain vase is not very high, but it may be the most valuable thing in his stall.

Lin Ran knelt down and asked, "Did your son have an accident?"

"Yes." When the old man mentioned this matter, he burst into tears again.

"He is the only labor force in our family. He wakes up early and goes to the countryside to collect things."

"Er Niu is also a poor boy. We don't have any labor force, so we can't provide him with a good life."

"My husband is paralyzed at home. He used to cut trees in the mountains to support his family. Now he heard about making money by reselling second-hand goods, so he came to do this business." "But this happened before he could make any money."

As he spoke, he began to wipe away tears again.

The people around him felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. Some of the more enthusiastic people walked to his stall and did not take anything. They just dropped one or two yuan and left.

Of course, there are also some people who are not particularly kind-hearted. They are shouting from the sidelines: "Damn, we worked so hard to sell things to earn only a few yuan, but he can earn more than ten yuan just by crying here."

"Shut up!"

People around him began to quarrel, and the differences in values ​​​​were revealed.

The old man didn't speak, but he seemed to be very short of money now, so even though the money was thrown at his dignity, he still packed it up silently, bowed to the person who gave the money, and then put it in his pocket.

However, Lin Ran himself also came from such days.

He knew deeply that in fact, this little money was completely a drop in the bucket.

"Old man, have you caught the driver who caused the accident?"

"No." The old man was even more sad when he mentioned this incident. His son was knocked to the ground. In the end, passers-by discovered him and called the police.

At first, he couldn't even pay for the hospitalization fee. It was only after a neighbor's kid came back to tell him that he went to the hospital and saw his son whose head had been swollen.

The doctor helped him advance the initial surgery fee, but the hospital could no longer afford the subsequent costs.

After all, their wages are low, and hospital rules and regulations must be followed.

Lin Ran patted his shoulder. Just now, he just wanted to confirm whether the old man really encountered such a tragic thing.

In any era, there will be people who carry heavy burdens forward.

Some people live in the shadows all the time. No one can see them, but they do exist.

Seeing the old man's hands trembling slightly and his arms as thin as matchsticks really made him feel a little distressed.

"Old man, how much will your son's hospitalization expenses cost?" Lin Ran asked.

"Ten thousand." The old man suddenly lost his energy when he mentioned this number, and he stood weakly.

Yes, if he couldn't collect 1 yuan in one day, his son would be kicked out of the hospital, and subsequent treatment would be out of the question, but where would he get the money now.

As the saying goes, the rich have distant relatives in the mountains, and the poor have no one to ask in the downtown.

He had already borrowed money from everyone around him, but he still couldn't raise 1 yuan.

Thinking of this, he only wiped his hair with his hands, becoming even more powerless.

Lin Ran picked up the bluestone porcelain vase at this time and said, "Old sir, sell this vase to me."

"I'll pay 1 yuan, and we won't bargain."

Lin Ran said with a smile, his expression calm and relaxed.

The people around heard it and cast admiring glances.

This young man was just doing a good deed, but the old man shook his head: "Little brother, thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept the money."